I said to Dawn: Be sudden—To Eve: Be soon.
It is 6:20 in the morning and it is pitch black out. The days are much shorter now and I still have so much to do. I wait for Dawn as to jump into my day and get it done before it is again snatched away.
I have a garden full of produce still to deal with. The tomatoes are still green but I guess I was still hoping for enough sun to turn them. I have hundreds of Tiny Tim tomatoes, I think I will pull them up and hang them to see if they will ripen. I guess I can always try to make some kind of pickle. I will carefully pick and wrap the bigger tomatoes and place in the basement. I have done this before with great results. It is nice to have ripe tomatoes when the snow flies.
The potatoes are out; the carrots are still in, the leeks are patiently waiting but no hurry there. The pumpkins and squash have had their first frost I must get them in. There is a bushel of wild apples on the front step waiting to become applesauce.
The cows are getting hay now, we left them on pasture as long as we could; they still search for the grass that will soon be covered with snow. The ponds are very low so we are hoping for a big rain to fill them before the winter. The cows will be having more calves very soon. I have not seen a coyote for a while now I do hope that they are gone.
There is not enough time in the day now, my head is spinning. Why did I procrastinate?
I see the sky to the west start to turn pink, the multiple formations of clouds keeping the sun at bay. I grab a coat and run out to see this dawn enter my busy world.
I wait, and I wait, anticipation growing by the minute. It is 7:40 there she is. She shines down on the cows in the field eating the hay. The pump house casting a shadow on this girl waiting to start her day. This was so worth the wait.
Now, off to work. I can’t wait till sunset.